Hey there! I should be grading students and making PowerPoint slides for my class tomorrow.
Instead I am blogging. I swam 4 hours today. And yesterday. (Cool Fact: Many Olympians only swim 4 hours a day for much of the year.)
I received a sweet little comment on my blog and a following mini conversation ensued. I love my friends.
A couple sundays ago, an awesome family in our ward came over for dinner. Their son was one of the first young men I met when we moved to Florida. And... well, we hated each other. Now, we consider ourselves best friends. He is one of the incredibly few males I get along with.
He is a public schooler. And on the outside, we both agree he seems like a player. I know where his heart really is but few others do. Anyway. He's really just your typical 16 year old guy. And Im totally fine with that. Sometimes pretty envious too. Though at the end of the day I am glad I live my life the way I do.
Well this friend of mine and I started talking. It was mostly me doing the talking. We discussed education, learning, children, the brain, public school, college and anything else that could fit between those subjects.
He looked at me and said something that made me proud. Though it wasn't intended to.
"Ya know... we all think you're a little weird."
Oh dude. I know. Trust me.
"Well... I *just* realized something as you were talking about low expectations. And it changes the way I think about you. You're not a teenager. You skipped the teenage years and are... well, an adult."
It made me smile. And be proud of the way I have decided to live my life. Ill admit it. I am a prideful guy. Its a weakness. I often think of myself as better than those below me. I believe that part of my purpose in life is to overcome that pride and love, guide, and accept those who are "lesser" than me.
But this simple line that my friend said stuck with me. I really am an adult. I left out the teenage mentality and life lonnng ago.
I was telling a mentor at Williamsburg Intermediate that I will go to SVU this fall (maybe) and then go on my Mission this spring when I turn 18. Her reaction was fun to watch. I guess it never dawned on her that I was 17. I had been 16 when I was brought on as a coach.
"Wow. This is quite the high school job!"
Yes. Yes it is. :) But I wouldn't have it any other way. Yes. I do have trouble with the administrative aspect of the job. (i.e I'm not good at grading. or Canvas. And its honestly not acceptable. *sigh*)
I mean... Lets think about it. My counterparts are making out with girls, driving fast, loving the sunshine life and only going to school because they have to.
I am still cooped up in my room nearly all day, studying, planning, working. And planning the way the rest of my life will play out.
This week is Spring Break in FL. And can I be a tad negative? Mkay.
I hate that people have been saying "Oh! You basically have spring break all year long!"
No. Actually. You have more of a "spring break life" than I do. But thanks for telling me what my life is like. *forces a smile*
Here is my daily to do list. I assume future Jacob will smile when he looks back on it.
Missionary Prep/BoM/Preach My Gospel/Mission Papers/Seminary
Williamsburg Intermediate/Astronomy/SVU Application/Reading
Swimming/Yoga/PT
Taxes/FAFSA/NOLS Fundraising/WilliamsburgI
Friends/Dates/Church/Mutual
Eagle Scout/Merit Badges
Summer Plans
Those appear on my daily list every day... Stress much? But I need it. I have to have it. Because these months are the last Ill have when my home and food are paid for and I have loving parents watching my back. After this summer, I am on my own. I think my mom tears up every once in a while when she sees how quickly it is all passing.
Also. Could you send me one single, cute, williamsburger or equivalent, adventurous girl in January of 2016? Id like to be married by Christmas. Haha. Blahhhh. Wife Hunting doesnt sound fun to me. At all. I just want the right one when I need her. :P
Thats all for tonight. I need to make slides for class.
Over and Out,
My Muse.
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